The Last Lycan King Is My Slave

I Took the Wolfless Fat Girl’s Virginity

ISIDORA

I clamped my lips shut so I wouldn’t scream when the sudden pain hit between my legs.

My eyes burned, then blurred. A few tears slid down anyway as I stared at the dark, filthy wooden panel in front of me.

My knees were on fire from staying in that humiliating position and still... I’m the one who wanted this. I’m the one who chose to give my first time to the guy I liked.

Lucio. The son of a prosperous merchant from the Midnight Pack. A man I never, ever thought would notice a girl like me.

The same man who was now pounding inside me, taking my virginity roughly.

I knew it would hurt the first time. A friend warned me. So I guessed this was normal and the next times would be more... pleasurable?

My body rocked forward and back, harder and faster, his harsh grunts behind me, my palms scraping raw against the wood. Tears kept running down my cheeks. 

No matter how hard I tried to stop shaking... I couldn’t stop crying.

This wasn’t how I pictured my first time. Not in a dirty barn. Not on all fours. Like an animal.

“Aaagh...” Lucio’s sudden roar came with a hot rush that flooded me. “Mmm. Didn’t think I’d even cum with you... but they’re right. A hole’s a hole.”

The words hit worse than the pain. Half an hour ago he’d been treating me sweetly, like he cared, like I mattered. I didn’t understand... did I do something wrong?

Was this what they called dirty talk in bed?

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to ruin everything with my lack of experience.

“My love... ah...” I moaned, more from hurt than pleasure, when he yanked his cock out of me so hard I had to grit my teeth. Sweat ran down my forehead.

The scent of blood hung in the air. While he stood up, pulling up his pants and zipping his fly, I stayed there like an idiot, trying to get up.

“Lucio, help me...” I reached out, desperate for anything warm, anything gentle. His face twisted into a mocking grin.

“I already helped you. Who else would fuck a fat girl like you? So you’re the one who should be thanking me... you’re welcome.” He looked at my naked body with pure disgust.

My trembling hands flew to cover my breasts.

He’d asked me to stay naked before I stepped into the stall and now I felt so stupid I could barely breathe.

“Lucio, what are you talking about? My love, I...”

“For Goddess’s sake, if I hear you call me ‘my love’ again, I’ll cut my ears off! Enough, idiot. Get it through your head, this was a bet! You really think a Beta like me would ever commit to a fat, wolf-less servant girl?”

I started shaking my head, tears pouring nonstop from my green eyes.

My chest hurt so bad I thought it might tear apart.

Thank the Goddess my wolf never showed up when I turned eighteen... or I’d be destroyed right now.

“Wait, Lucio, you can’t do this to me! You told me you loved me... You’ve been trying to win me over for months. What did I do to deserve this?!”

I lunged for his legs as he kicked the stall door open and stepped outside.

My fists closed on air, barely brushing his clothes. I begged him to stop, but he left me there, thrown aside like a used rag.

Something slick and disgusting slid between my thighs... his cum mixed with my blood and my humiliation.

I grabbed the wooden panel to force myself up and stumbled after him. I needed an explanation or I was going to lose my mind.

But the second I stepped out, I froze in the barn aisle.

“There it is. Proof I won the bet, boys...” Lucio laughed, weighing a bag of coins in his hand, standing beside two other men who stared at me like I was meat.

I covered myself with my hands, trembling hard, panic choking me as I took a few unsteady steps backward.

My eyes snapped to my red-flowered dress in one of their hands.

The same dress I’d left draped over the wooden door because Lucio asked me to.

I’d saved up so much to buy it. I wanted to wear it tonight for him.

“I fucked the fat virgin from Estingia Tower,” he said, snickering.

“Lucio, I don’t believe it... you... you...” The words wouldn’t come. My throat was a knot and my sobs were trying to split me open.

“You bastard. You trash. You piece of shit!” I finally managed, drowning in tears.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Boys... she’s all yours. In the dark you can pretend she’s hot. Her pussy’s probably still tight and she’s got big tits.”

“No... no... Lucio, don’t do this, please... please...” My voice cracked. “Help! Somebody help me!”

I started screaming when I saw them coming at me, unbuckling their belts.

Their faces twisted with sick lust. And Lucio told me I could scream all I wanted because nobody came out here.

I looked at his dark, mocking eyes in the distance as he walked away.

The face of the man I fell in love with for the first time... the man who sold me for a few coins after playing with me.

I felt my soul shatter. How could I have been so blind?

He left me alone with them. Hate mixed with fear and adrenaline slammed through my veins.

“Come here, pretty. We’re gonna have fun,” one of them said, and he lunged, setting everything in motion.

I wasn’t going to stay and get r4ped... again.

I ran back into the stall where I’d lost my virginity and slammed the door in his face, hearing his howl.

There were sacks of grain tossed to one side. I shoved them hard to block the entrance.

They cursed outside and rammed the door with violence.

Those sacks wouldn’t hold long. My frantic, tear-soaked eyes found a small window high up.

My only way out... but I seriously doubted I could fit.

I don’t know if it was pure desperation, but I dragged an old barrel from a corner.

I climbed onto the lid, the wood about to give under my weight, straining to hold me. And I wasn’t exactly light. Yeah... Lucio was right. I was nothing but a fat girl trying to squeeze through a tiny window.

“Come on, come on...” I begged, shaking.

I jumped and started shoving all my curves into the frame.

My feet kicked in the air. The barrel rolled away and I ended up half out, twisting and pushing, my wide hips becoming my worst enemy.

“I heard something. Push, damn it, move. Let me do it!” A crash shook the stall as the door got kicked.

“She’s escaping through the window, grab her legs!”

I heard the shout mixing with my own scream as I shoved with everything I had, splinters carving deep into my skin.

The frame finally widened and suddenly I was tipping headfirst into the grass.

“Aah!”

I hit the ground hard, barely managing to protect my head, my whole body going numb with pain.

But before those men could catch me, I got up and ran toward the cover of the dark forest.

Tears wouldn’t stop. My fat, clumsy legs kept pounding down the path I knew by heart.

I glanced back in horror when I heard them closing in.

I had to make it to the creek and lose them.

Lucky for me, they didn’t seem to know this area well, near Estingia Tower.

People from the neighboring pack didn’t come near the border between our territories. They weren’t allowed.

My heart hammered so hard I thought it might burst when I reached the creek. I climbed down the slope and dropped into the water.

I still had my shoes on, so at least the soles of my feet were protected. I fought not to slip on the pebbles, but I couldn’t help splashing anyway.

They were already here.

But I also saw the old, rusty, half-broken grate at the base of the wall.

I threw myself at it, pushing with all my strength until it gave.

On my hands and knees I squeezed through, the way I’d escaped this way so many times before, hidden by the dark. Then I eased it back into place, closing it softly just in time to hear their voices on the hill.

“Where the hell did she go?”

“I can smell her. She’s close. She’s gotta be hiding in the riverbank brush. Let’s search.”

“No. Enough of this. If the guard warriors catch us, they’ll shoot first and ask questions later. We crossed the limits.”

“But Lucio said one of them ordered it. Someone with power. We have to finish the job.”

My heart kept pounding as I crouched in the darkness, listening, praying they wouldn’t notice the drain grate.

An alarm call rang out from above and I heard them run off, the cowards. But something lodged itself in my mind like a thorn.

Someone from Estingia Tower ordered this?

Who hated me enough to break me like this?

I stayed there, naked, shivering with cold, swallowing my sobs while I replayed that humiliating night again and again.

I had to get back to my room before dawn and slip past the guards without being seen.

Lucky for me, I knew how the sentries rotated along the walls, so I crept back inside the pack of powerful women I worked for as a servant... Estingia Tower.

The servants’ building sat off by itself, and hiding in corners, ducking behind trash cans, I managed to reach my room on the first floor.

The second I shut the door behind me, a light clicked on and I almost jumped out of my skin.

“Dora... what?” My friend Elessia sat up on my bed, hands flying to her mouth as she took in the wreck of my body. “What happened to you, by the Goddess? I was waiting for you...”

“Ele... he played me. It was just a bet. He played me...” I broke, repeating it like a loop.

I collapsed to the floor, hands over my face, sobbing so hard I couldn’t breathe.

My whole body was covered in cuts and bruises, but what hurt the most was my soul.

My best friend’s arms wrapped around me tight while my broken sobs disappeared into her chest, and she threw every curse she could think of at that bastard Lucio.

I was shattered... and the worst part was, someone inside this place did this to me.

But who hated me enough to spend months planning my fall?

The next day... I got my answer.

I Have a Right to Live!

ISIDORA

No matter how bad I felt, no matter how broken my heart was, life kept moving... and I still had things I had to do.

So I covered the wounds Elessia helped me clean up, with a long-sleeved dress that was way too hot. 

I braided my curly red hair into a tight braid and left the servants’ quarters before sunrise.

Head down, always. Hiding my puffy eyes and my hollow, wrecked face. Not that it mattered... I wasn’t anyone important. Nobody really looked at me here.

I was an orphan taken in by Estingia Tower’s charity, a special pack where warrior women trained.

Some were born here. Others came from different territories just to survive the brutal training that could make them unstoppable... or kill them.

But the real power belonged to the ones called Estingias, different from the warriors who didn’t have special supernatural gifts.

Estingias were born with abilities tied to ancient bloodlines, or they were simply blessed by the Moon Goddess.

There were important native lineages inside this pack, and others showed up out in the realm’s territories and were brought here to train. 

Their powers were insane and varied. They were proud... and envied, even by the males.

The whole realm respected them. People begged Estingia Tower’s warriors for difficult, high-paying missions. Powerful Alphas tried to claim them as Lunas. 

Others preferred to serve as part of the Lycan King’s personal guard.

And in the middle of all that power... I was nothing but a squire.

Lady Marion’s servant. Her squire. She was one of the novice Estingias, and as stupid as it sounded, I was proud of that tiny achievement.

It wasn’t the same as scrubbing the communal bathrooms. Serving only her, even if she treated me like trash, still felt like I’d moved up a notch.

I reached the training grounds. They were empty at this hour, but soon they’d be packed.

I slipped through the dim hallways, heading straight for the armory to polish Lady Marion’s weapons when I heard voices whispering inside.

I stopped at the threshold, unsure if I should walk in or wait... and then I heard what I was never meant to hear.

“Did you make sure that servant isn’t helping Marion today?”

“Don’t worry, Lady Stephanie. That obese girl won’t be back... not today, not ever.”

I went cold all over.

It was the other Estingia who was fighting Lady Marion today, along with her squire.

“Good. Because I’ve been waiting for this fight for months. Make sure the new girl Marion chooses does her part. If I lose today, I’ll destroy you... and I’ll destroy her too.”

The threat landed sharp and deadly, like everything that came out of an Estingia’s mouth when they meant it.

My heart slammed with disbelief... and rage.

They did it. They set me up with Lucio.

Footsteps snapped me out of it. I moved silently to the side and hid behind a statue. I’d always been good at disappearing into shadows.

I watched the other servant pass by. That poisonous snake. The one I already knew hated me because she wanted to be the one by Lady Marion’s side.

But I never thought she’d go as far as paying off the boy from the neighboring pack... the boy I liked.

I wanted to step out and confront her, but her mistress was close and voices were already echoing down the hall.

So I swallowed my fury and went back to Lady Marion’s quarters to prepare her leather armor and everything she’d need for today’s fight.

But when I got there, another girl was already talking to her.

“Excuse me. I didn’t mean to interrupt,” I whispered, eyes down as I stepped through the doorway... and a roar stopped me.

“How dare you show your face in front of me?!”

The scream made my blood run cold.

“What?” I lifted my head, confused, and in the next second Marion was on top of me.

Her slap cracked across my face before I could even react. I brought a hand to my cheek, skin throbbing.

“Milady...” I choked out, tears spilling from the pain.

“Don’t ‘milady’ me. I accepted you as my squire even though nobody wanted a useless thing like you. You knew how important today is... and you left all my weapons soaking in ammonia!”

“No! I would never do that. I take care of your things, I do. You have to believe me!” I shouted, trying to defend myself, but she grabbed my arm so hard her claws bit into my flesh.

I screamed as she threw me aside, right into a pile of spears and old blades.

“Look at them. Because you were off being a whore, sneaking to the neighboring pack, you didn’t do your job with my weapons!”

My eyes latched onto the rust marks on the sharpened steel, the blades I’d polished with so much care.

I looked up, frantic... and saw the smug, satisfied expression of the girl standing behind Lady Marion.

“She did it! She’s working with Lady Stephanie and her squire!” Every piece clicked into place in my head.

They planned this. They made sure I’d be exposed in front of Lady Marion so I’d be shoved out of the way. 

I did my job well. I was good at it. And that’s why they needed me gone... because they needed someone to sabotage Marion, and I was the perfect scapegoat.

“Don’t blame others for your incompetence. I saw you last night sneaking out by the walls instead of polishing Lady Marion’s things properly!” the girl yelled, and it crushed me completely.

Marion was furious and she turned it all on me.

She screamed every insult she could think of, then started kicking me, hitting me while I was down.

Curled up in a corner, all I could do was protect my head and take it... another beating... another humiliation.

“I’ll have you punished in the steam boilers. And pray I don’t lose today, or you’re going straight to the Mines!”

The threat sent my body into trembling spasms of terror.

I couldn’t die in those mines. I couldn’t.

Through my tears I watched her leave... and I saw the look of pure delight on that traitor’s face.

It had all been a setup to make Marion lose, and I was the sacrifice.

I cried for a while, trying to pull strength out of nowhere. Finally, I forced myself up. I had to see how the fight was going.

“AaMmm...” I moaned, hands going to my ribs. I didn’t know if one was cracked. Everything hurt like hell. One wound stacked on top of another.

I wiped my mouth where a thin line of blood ran and, with effort that felt impossible, I got to my feet.

I made it down the hallway and headed for one of the exits to the arena... and that’s when I saw what I didn’t want to see.

Lady Marion was losing.

This was their trial to rise from Novice to New Moon.

Warriors, Estingias or not, climbed through levels: Novice, New Moon, Half Moon, Full Moon.

And there were higher ranks, terrifying and mystical, reserved only for Estingias: Silverada... and Obsidiana.

But at this rate, Marion wasn’t advancing today.

“No... no, get up, Marion...” I muttered, stepping forward behind the stands that were buzzing with excitement.

In the center arena they were beating Marion down. She looked slow, confused. It was obvious they’d pulled more tricks on her... and later, I’d be blamed for all of it.

I bit my lip until I tasted blood.

Through wet eyes, I looked across the arena, toward Lady Stephanie’s entrance... and saw her squire’s face, glowing with victory.

She spotted me. From the distance, she dragged her thumb across her throat, slow and clear.

It was like every single grievance in my life slammed into my head at once.

The crowd got louder, crazier.

“Finish her! Finish her!” they screamed, and my panicked gaze locked onto Stephanie’s raised spear, poised to drive straight through Marion as she lay on the ground.

Marion wouldn’t die from that strike... But I would.

“No... don’t do it. Don’t do it!!!” I started screaming like I’d lost my mind, desperate.

I ran toward the arena, completely out of control. My vision blurred and a red haze swallowed my eyes.

Something spilled out from inside my body, like a beast roaring behind bars, fighting to break free.

“Aaahhh!” I heard my own scream. I tasted fresh blood. I heard growls and the pounding of she-wolves’ paws around me, like a war dance.

I was driving them to kill. I didn’t even think... it was pure savage instinct, rising from the deepest part of me.

"I WANT TO LIVE! I HAVE A RIGHT TO LIVE!!!" a voice roared inside my mind.

The screams became the only music around me... until a brutal pain ripped through the back of my neck and darkness swallowed my scarlet world whole.

The light went out.

And I fell like dead weight onto the dusty arena sand.

My Dark Slave

ISIDORA

“Mmm...” I moaned, the whole room spinning as I tried to sit up from wherever I’d been lying.

“Isidora?” Elessia’s cautious voice snapped me into focus, and I locked onto a spot beside the bed.

She looked... scared of me. Like she didn’t know what she was about to find. Her fingers clenched a damp cloth so tight her knuckles went pale.

“Ele... what happened?” Nausea crawled up my throat. My body ached everywhere, but I still managed to sit up.

I was in my room, but my mind was a tornado, scattered memories crashing into each other.

And then it hit me. Marion on the arena floor. Marion losing.

“Blessed Goddess... tell me they’re not sending me to the Coal Mines. Who won the fight?” I grabbed Elessia’s hands, desperate, and she flinched like I’d shocked her, going rigid in her chair.

She stared at me for a second. I didn’t understand her reaction. It was like she was afraid of me.

“You really don’t remember what you did?” she asked in a low voice as my brow furrowed.

No matter how hard I tried to fill in the blank in my mind, pieces kept slipping away.

“I think... I think I screamed and ran for the arena? I was scared. Ele, they set me up!”

“Isidora, your Estingia power exploded out of nowhere... you’re not some broken wolf. You’re special!” Her words almost made me laugh in her face.

Special? Me? An Estingia warrior?

“Am I... am I still out of it?” I looked around like an idiot, like I’d wake up any second and this would all vanish.

“Isidora, focus and listen to me. I was there!” She grabbed my cheeks, forcing me to face her.

“A red fog burst out of your body. It was like thousands of scarlet she-wolves circling us, a thick smoke that swallowed the arena. Your roars were all we could hear... until the worst happened.”

“The worst?” Fear slid under my skin, cold and sharp.

“Some of the warriors started shifting right there in the stands. They jumped down into the arena. You could barely see anything, but I’ve got good eyes and... Isidora...” She stopped, and my heart dangled by a thread.

“You were there. Standing. Just watching, stock-still, controlling those she-wolves while they ripped Lady Marion and Lady Stephanie apart. If the Matriarch hadn’t jumped into the arena and stopped you, they would’ve killed them. Two novice Estingias, Isidora. Two!”

My eyes went wide and I clapped a hand over my mouth to choke back a gasp.

Elessia didn’t look like she was lying. And this didn’t feel like a dream.

“No. I didn’t do that. I don’t remember it. It has to be a mistake.”

“It isn’t.” A voice cut through my denial, and we both snapped our heads toward the door.

My stomach dropped.

The pack’s Alpha stood there. One of the most powerful women in this world.

“Ma... Matriarch,” Elessia whispered. She sprang up so fast the stool toppled behind her. Her head dipped immediately, submissive.

I tried to do the same, but my legs didn’t cooperate.

“Don’t get up,” she ordered, voice flat and serious. Then, to Elessia, “You may leave.”

My friend shot me a complicated look from the corner of her eye, then slipped out, leaving me alone in that tiny room with my fear.

I pressed my lips together and stared at the old bedsheet, bracing for my sentence.

In the end... I was probably going to die.

“Do you remember what you did in the arena?” she asked, standing near the bed.

“No, Matriarch. I... the last thing I remember is...” I hesitated, suddenly disgusted by the truth in my head.

“You remember the anger. The rage that swallowed your mind... the dark urge to kill, to get revenge.” Her words spilled out like she’d crawled inside my skull, like she was speaking my own conscience out loud.

I lifted my head. I dared to look into those hypnotic blue eyes.

She was blonde. Beautiful in a way that felt dangerous. Ethereal, like something that didn’t belong on the same earth as me.

“How... how do you know that?”

“Because that’s what triggers the power of the Dark Estingias. And you... are from that rare, dangerous bloodline.”

The news hit me like a fist.

“A Dark Estingia? Me?” I pointed at myself.

Like... what kind of joke was this? Was she even looking at me?

I was the fat orphan who cleaned shit from latrines.

“I didn’t come here to convince you of what I already know you are.” She flicked a hand, impatient.

Her long black dress looked cold and glossy, like the scales of some ancient dragon.

“From now on, your life changes. You’ll enter the clan of Dark Estingias. Their training method is... special.”

“Wait, wait, Matriarch, but I can’t even feel a wolf inside me. I’m just weak, and my head is a mess!” I blurted it out, panicked, and the second the words left my mouth I realized how disrespectful I sounded. “I’m sorry. I...”

It was too much. Too fast. My mind couldn’t swallow it all.

“Dark Estingias aren’t like the Light Estingias,” she said, unfazed. “Your wolf needs to drain energy from a male wolf to wake up and truly show us her power.”

“A male wolf?” I stared at her, and my mind flashed to the few Dark Estingias I’d only ever seen from far away.

Nobody went near them. They were strange, powerful, feared. Their magic always felt... macabre.

And the strangest part was their slaves.

Yeah. Those men were always with them. Submissive. Restrained. Chained up.

But their eyes... their eyes were deep. Intimidating.

Was I supposed to tame one of those?

“They’ll explain everything in training. You’re being transferred to the Dark Estingias’ quarter inside Estingia Tower.” Her tone didn’t soften. 

“Your first Dark Slave is already waiting. They’ll teach you how to tame him.”

That was it. Her final words. She turned to leave.

“I didn’t want to do it,” I said before I could stop myself. “I didn’t want to push the others to kill them. I didn’t know...”

“Yes, you did. And that’s why your Estingia woke up, to avenge you.” She cut me off without even turning around. 

“This time I’ll let it go because you weren’t aware of your powers. But learn fast to control them. Make another mistake like that and I’ll eliminate you from my Tower myself.”

Then she was gone, leaving me with nothing but fear and questions clawing at my throat.

This was the miracle I’d prayed for my whole life. And somehow... I was terrified.

I looked down at my clenched fists... It was them or me. And no... I didn’t regret defending myself for once.

“This is a gift the Goddess gave you. You’ve got to hold on to it, Isidora. Nobody’s gonna treat you like trash anymore. You have to learn and show them what you’re worth...”

As the words sank in, tears kept dripping onto my clenched fists.

I knew the path of an Estingia wasn’t easy, but if I’d survived this long, I wasn’t giving up now.

I stood, still dizzy, and started packing my little things into a bundle on the bed. I changed into my best dress.

And when I remembered the one I’d taken off for that pig Lucio... rage twisted in my chest again.

When I was powerful, I was going to go after that bastard. That was a promise.

A knock at the door startled me and I hurried over to open it.

“H... hi,” I said, awkward and small, to the intimidating warrior standing there.

“If you’re ready, follow me. I don’t have much time,” she snapped, barely giving me a second to grab the wrapped bundle of clothes.

When I stepped into the hallway, heads peeked out from the servants’ rooms.

All those curious stares made me shrink a little. I’d never been noticed by anyone.

But that was about to change.

*****

“Basically, Estingias are divided into the Light Clan and the Dark Clan. You’re Dark,” she explained as I practically jogged to keep up, trying to match her quick steps toward the pack’s forbidden territory.

“Dark Estingias have their own code and training... it’s secret.” Her voice dropped, like a warning.

She didn’t stop, but her aura made it clear I shouldn’t talk about certain things. Not now. Not ever.

“I understand...”

“I hope you do. Because if you break the code... you’ll be killed.”

I swallowed hard as we pushed through the forest, the buildings I knew fading farther behind us.

The territory controlled by Estingia Tower was massive.

“The most important thing is learning the method to draw energy out of the male wolf assigned to you.”

“Does that... kill him?” I asked like an idiot, earning a sharp snort.

“He’s a slave. Men condemned for their crimes. Rogues. Fugitives. So learn to control him fast, or he can kill you if you let your guard down.”

What?! Then why would they train us with someone so dangerous?

And how exactly was I supposed to drain vital energy?

The questions jammed in my throat when we reached a massive gate in the middle of nowhere.

So much green around it, and then that ebony wood, carved with intricate patterns. My gut told me whatever was beyond it would steal my breath.

It did.

With a gentle push of her hand, the doors opened silently, and it felt like I’d stepped into another world.

The forest continued in the distance, weaving into the mountains... and there, carved straight out of the rock, stood an enormous obsidian fortress. Tall towers. Arched windows. Strange statues along the eaves, staring up at the sky.

It was oppressive. Stunning.

To reach it, we crossed a solid stone bridge that stretched over a dizzying abyss.

My heart pounded, and for the first time... it wasn’t just fear. It was expectation.

We didn’t climb the main stairs. The warrior led me down a path that cut into the mountain, into the inner citadel.

I fought to keep my eyes from darting everywhere. The powerful women passing by, talking like they owned the world. The distant sounds of training.

Goddess... inside, it was a maze. Elevated bridges. Corridors. Doors leading to places I couldn’t even name.

We reached the end of a hallway on one of the highest levels, stopping in front of a scarlet-red door.

“This is your room. Inside you’ll find your uniform, new clothes. Whatever you need, write it down and tomorrow someone will take you to the supply room,” she said quickly, already backing away.

“Wait. I don’t know how to... how to handle myself here,” I murmured, clutching my little bundle to my chest.

“Tomorrow you go to the initiation meeting. Survive until then.”

“Survive...” I whispered as she turned the corner and disappeared into the rocky corridor.

I stared at the red door like it was the entrance to the underworld.

“I’m not so weak that I’m gonna die in a bedroom,” I told myself, pushing it open and stepping into the dim room.

Since I didn’t have a wolf, it wasn’t like I could see much in the dark. And my Estingia powers weren’t trained.

Squinting, I closed the door behind me and felt along the wall until my fingers found a switch.

Light flooded the most beautiful room I’d ever imagined.

I just stood there, staring at the red-and-black furniture, the massive bed with white curtains drifting from the canopy.

This was paradise for someone who’d never had anything.

I walked up to the bed, then backed up slowly, grinning like an idiot as I took it all in.

“Oh, by the Goddess... I’m an Estingia. I’m an Estingia!” I shouted, laughing, then clapped a hand over my mouth, trying to hide the nervous, excited little sound.

And then my back hit something hard.

Chains clinked. I froze, whipping around.

My bundle slipped from my hand and dropped to the floor.

The color drained from my face as panic hit so hard it made my vision swim.

There was a man. A giant of a man. Built, all hard muscle. Eyes closed. A leather muzzle covered half his face.

He was chained to the wall of my room with heavy restraints... And he was naked.

This was my Dark Slave?

Like he heard the question in my head, the savage’s intense golden eyes snapped open and locked on me through the blond hair falling over his forehead.

I stumbled back, trembling from head to toe, my heart hanging by a thread.

Forget what I said... Yeah. I could die in this room!

A Nameless Slave

ISIDORA

Blessed Goddess... I was trembling from head to toe under his intimidating aura, under that scorching stare that burned into me like a flaming arrow.

I stood there, frozen, wishing my whole soft, chubby body could just disappear.

But then his long blond lashes fluttered, and his eyelids dropped like he was wiped.

The chains clinked again when his thick arms, stretched up overhead, went slack and hung heavy.

I let out a breath I didn’t even realize I’d been holding and glanced at the door like I could bolt.

But I knew this was something I couldn’t run from.

“My Dark Slave... is he this giant beefcake?” I muttered, my voice shaking, forcing myself to step closer anyway.

One step. Then another. I studied the pulley system and the chains holding him prisoner to the stone wall, because I didn’t want him lunging at me out of nowhere.

Dirty blond hair fell over a sharp, angled face. Beautifully masculine. Fierce. Even more so with half his face covered by that aggressive leather muzzle.

“Do you bite like a wild beast?” I murmured. When I got nervous, I talked way too much.

My gaze slid down his sun-kissed, fair skin, but right now it was covered in cuts, grime, dried blood, ugly bruises.

His muscular chest, tattooed with red tribal ink, had a deep wound that had already clotted over, but it still looked brutally painful.

My eyes dropped to his hard, defined abs and I knew I shouldn’t have looked lower. I swear it was innocent.

But my stupid stare got stuck on the huge, veiny thing hanging between his legs... and his legs were bruised and battered too.

I swallowed, imagining how many inches that thing would be when it was fully hard.

“If they’re all that thick, no wonder it hurt so much...” The words slipped out before I could stop them.

Then my brows furrowed as that night slammed back into me. Humiliation. Pain. Being used.

I looked away, suddenly disgusted with myself. Ashamed.

I shouldn’t be staring at this male’s cock, even if he was supposedly my slave now.

But I realized fast I wasn’t going to be able to avoid intimacy with a stranger.

A knock at the door made me jump. My nerves were stretched tight.

I backed toward the entrance, never taking my eyes off that blond giant, nearly six and a half feet tall.

I opened the door, curious.

“Hello, Lady Isidora,” a small servant girl greeted me.

That title... the title I never thought I’d hear... made my cheeks heat.

“You can just call me Isidora...”

“Oh, no, my lady. Even if you haven’t done your ceremony as an Estingia yet, I wouldn’t dare speak to you like that. I’m the servant assigned to explain the basics until you choose your squire,” she said, and I let her step inside.

I thought she’d freak out at the naked man in my room, but she didn’t even spare him a second look.

Like she was used to these scenes.

She started explaining where my things were, and I finally spotted the door to my personal bathroom.

I had a bathroom... all for me.

When I saw the tub, my throat tightened. I almost cried.

“You got a good location,” she added, stepping out onto a tiny balcony I hadn’t even noticed.

It was small, but the view from the top of the mountain made my heart kick with excitement.

Endless forest. Green fields. Golden wheat waving in the wind.

I could see the enormous white tower the pack was named after, where the Matriarch and the Supreme Elder lived.

And far off, the neighboring pack at the foot of Estingia Tower.

My eyes stung as I recognized the old buildings where I’d lived my whole life as an invisible servant.

“As you level up, your comfort goes up too. Better rooms. Better views.”

“It’s perfect,” I told her, letting the breeze brush my red hair.

We went back inside and I closed the glass door, my heart still pounding.

“You can choose your personal squire. I recommend someone from the obsidian fortress, but if she’s not from here, we’ll train her.”

“Yes... yes. I want it to be Elessia. Can she come with me?” I asked, wanting my friend with me so I wouldn’t feel so alone.

“Of course. And as for your Dark Slave, you’ll get all the information tomorrow.”

“But... does he have to sleep like that? And how’s he supposed to eat with that in his mouth? His wounds?” I fired off questions one after another, glancing at the man again, still with his eyes closed.

“Lady Isidora, I know this must be a shock for you. Tomorrow you’ll understand better. But here’s my advice... don’t get attached to your slave. Treat him like a piece of furniture in your room,” she said, her expression complicated.

I frowned, frustrated. How was I supposed to treat a living being like furniture?

“And about food, he’s not allowed to eat or drink until he’s more docile. The Chief of Novices has the key to the muzzle, and she won’t hand it over until you prove you have at least basic control over him.”

She dropped that on me like a bomb, then moved on to the subject of bringing dinner to my room.

I answered automatically, watching her leave.

I looked back at the man, covered in bruises, breathing slow. I didn’t doubt he was dangerous, but Goddess... I felt like a monster doing this to him.

“Isidora, don’t start. You have to follow the rules. He’s probably a bad man. He probably killed innocent people. Yeah. Yeah...”

I tried to talk myself into it while I went to the chest where they’d left clean clothes.

I dug through the garments, inventing some horrible story for that poor man.

“He attacked a group of defenseless women and babies all by himself. He looks like the type. Or he wanted a married female and ruined her life. Killed her husband, her kids, the whole pack, sure... and there’s nothing in here for fat girls!!!”

I blurted, yanking out a nightgown in a size that looked extra small.

For a second, I thought I heard a low snort that made every hair on my neck stand up.

I turned slowly toward my slave... but he still had his eyes closed, head lowered.

Did I imagine it?...

I pressed my lips together, told myself to cut it out, and finally found a white nightshirt that maybe, just maybe, could fit my curves.

With a huff, I decided I was about to take the best bath of my life.

I passed him on my way to the inner door, watching him the whole time, feeling just as intimidated.

I thought about covering his nakedness, but I was scared to get too close.

Honestly, this was too much for me, but right now I only wanted hot water and bubbles.

I stepped into the small bathroom, stone walls glowing under warm light.

I set my clothes on a wooden stool and started pumping the lever to pull water from the mountain’s underground boilers.

The maid said there was a schedule for hot water, and I wasn’t about to waste it.

I watched the iron pipe in the wall as the water started pouring out.

My arms worked hard, almost giddy, as the solid wooden box that served as a tub filled up.

Steam rose, warming the air and loosening my body. When it was full enough, I stopped pumping and stripped.

My chubby foot tested the water and I sighed instantly.

I sank in, my legs unable to stretch all the way, but still comfortable, taking up almost the entire tub. Two people could fit in here... if they were squeezed tight.

I grabbed a new sponge left beside a few soaps, and the soap smelled like flowers.

“Aaa... I’m melting. So this is what Lady Marion felt every time I prepared her bath,” I moaned, fighting to shove the misery of my life out of my head.

At some point I’d have to face those two Light Estingias again, but I wouldn’t be the poor servant they could beat whenever they felt like it.

I climbed out much later, when the water was almost cold. I was wrinkled like a raisin... but happy.

The odyssey started when I tried to squeeze into the white nightshirt I’d found.

“This can’t be real,” I muttered, irritated, seeing the front buttons would barely close over my chest. And yeah, I’m a lot in that area.

My wide hips were about to split the seams, and I felt the fabric riding up my thick thighs.

“Come on... at least close,” I complained. 

A good chunk of my boobs was still spilling over the neckline, but then I heard a knock at the main door, and ran out, thinking whoever it was had been waiting forever.

“I... I’m sorry, I was in the bath...” I stammered when I saw the same girl again, pushing in a cart with a covered tray.

“Don’t worry, Lady Isidora. You didn’t take long. Would you like me to serve dinner on your little table, or should I leave the cart?” she asked, and I pointed to the little table near the balcony.

Honestly, all the servitude made me uncomfortable. I almost grabbed the tray myself.

The delicious smell wiped every bit of protocol out of my head as soon as she lifted the covers and I saw the pork chops.

I licked my lips, thinking it’d been forever since I’d eaten meat. I usually had to gnaw it off the bones Lady Marion left behind.

“Do you need anything else? This...” She paused, looking at how tightly I was stuffed into the nightshirt. “Tomorrow you can request other clothing in your size from the supply room.”

“Thank you,” I said, lowering my head, embarrassed, tugging the flimsy fabric down over my thighs.

My weight had always been my biggest insecurity. Everyone called me fat.

“I don’t need anyth...”

I was about to say everything was fine, but my eyes slammed into the man chained to my wall again.

“What’s his name?” The question slipped out, and she looked at me with that same complicated expression.

“Slaves get their names from their owners. You can call him a number, leave him nameless, whatever you prefer. But Lady Isidora... don’t show weakness in front of your slave.”

That was her final warning before she left and closed the door behind her.

I knew this was a power struggle between him and me, but I couldn’t help feeling compassion for that male.

I looked at the table, at the dinner I’d never get to eat in my old life... then back at my prisoner.

Who could eat with a man chained to the wall?

“Ugh, seriously... you don’t learn, Isidora!” I growled, covering the food again and marching to the bathroom for a basin of warm water. I carried it back and set it down in front of my slave.

“Alright... I’m going to clean you up and treat your wounds. Please don’t strangle me in the process,” I murmured, stepping closer with a damp cloth in my hand.

He still looked asleep.

My fingers reached up and gently pushed his dirty blond hair back from his face.

With my other hand, trembling, I wiped the dirt from his forehead and hairline.

I kept thinking about what name to give him, and obviously I wasn’t going to call him a number. I wasn’t going to say, “Hey, you. Come here.”

They used to call me servant, but I’d basically felt like a slave too... like him.

“Blaze...” I said, staring at the intense blond in his hair. “I’ll call you Blaze.”

I repeated it in a whisper as I took another step, steadier, toward that dark danger...

Bound to You

ISIDORA

The more grime I wiped off that weathered skin, the more handsome this male turned out to be.

But not handsome in a perfect, pretty way. More like wild. Primitive. Dominant... even with him chained to the wall and supposedly passed out.

My hands were shaking as I pushed his filthy hair off his face and tried to clean him as best I could, with that leather muzzle right in the middle, covering half his mouth and jaw.

It was grotesque. Goddess... how was he even alive after going that long without eating or drinking?

I swallowed hard as I worked down his neck, up on my tiptoes, tense because I barely reached his height.

I wasn’t a tall woman, not even close... barely 1.63m, and this male was a giant next to me.

I leaned down to rinse the rag in the basin, and the water was already turning cloudy.

I’ll admit it. My innocent eyes kept getting stuck on the defined muscle of his thick chest... I guess this is what people call sexy.

Weird tattoos wove over his skin, red and black ink forming tribals and wolves tangled up with runes I couldn’t understand.

His arms were thick, and it took effort just to reach his hands above his head, chained in place.

I was breathing way too hard, and I didn’t even realize I’d ended up pressed right up against him.

My eyes snapped back to his closed lids, and I shivered remembering how sharp they’d looked when they were open.

“Better sleep a little longer,” I said with a nervous laugh, and yeah... I knew I was stalling so I wouldn’t have to face the worst part.

I even went back to the bathroom, changed the water again, then came back and set the basin down on the floor.

Then, squatting, I lifted my gaze slowly.

Heat rushed up my cheeks like a volcano erupting, and even though nobody was watching, the shame nearly stole my breath.

There it was. Under that tight, perfect stack of abs, between those narrow hips... hanging there, a huge slab of flesh.

I swear it was trembling, half-hard. 

Or is that just how it looks when it’s resting? And if that’s him soft... then standing up?!

My knowledge of male anatomy was pretty limited,and I hadn’t even really seen Lucio’s properly back when we were dating.

But unfortunately, I’d felt him inside me, and he was nowhere near this big.

“It’s just a penis... just a massive one that shouldn’t fit in any vagina... Goddess, what am I saying?”

I slapped my hands over my face, fanning my burning cheeks, and with a defeated sigh, I started at his feet and legs.

Slow as a turtle, I practically polished his limbs, but on my knees in front of my slave... it was time.

And then I jerked my head up because I could’ve sworn I heard another snort and something hit me right in the face.

“What is...?” I went rigid the second I realized what was resting against my nose.

My eyes went wide, and a musky, wild male scent flooded my lungs.

The pulse of those thick veins brushed my skin.

“Oh, Goddess!!!” I shrieked, scrambling back and breathing hard.

His cock was up. STRAIGHT UP!! Why?!

Without thinking, I bolted to the wooden chest and grabbed the first piece of clothing I found.

I wrapped it around his hips to cover him, my whole body shaking.

My heart was hammering like crazy, and I swear I’d even gotten a taste of him on my lips.

“Damn it!” I growled when I couldn’t get the knot tight at his hip.

He was so hard I couldn’t even get close enough to tie it properly.

That thing twitched, lifting the edge of the shirt I was fighting with.

“Why the hell do you have your huge thing standing up?!” I snapped, lifting my head like I was yelling at the wall...

And I almost collapsed right there.

Those eyes... those wild eyes, intense as the sun, were staring at me over the leather muzzle.

It was like the world froze, and I barely registered how close I was to danger.

One breath away from a man who could strangle me with one hand.

Everything turned into a chain of insane, unlucky events.

I let go of the shirt, but the movement was so rough, and I’m so damn clumsy, that the poor buttons over my chest basically said, “We’re done.”

In slow motion they popped and flew, smacking into his hard chest.

I looked down in horror as my two huge tits bounced out, bare, and the shirt I was trying to tie at his hip slipped and slid down... and his cock made its grand entrance, pointing right at me like a greeting.

“AAAH!” I screamed, covering my chest and sprinting into the bathroom without even looking back.

Just like that. Dramatic. Stupid. Clumsy...

I slammed the door and pressed myself hard against the wood, certain I was going to die of embarrassment right there.

I swear a low, rough laugh echoed in my room.

You’re hallucinating. Goddess, what a ridiculous mess I just made in front of my slave.

I dragged my hands down my cheeks, kneading my face in frustration.

The servant girl’s warning, telling me not to show weakness in front of my slave, kept pounding through my head over and over.

“I'm prey! I’m a damn juicy chop of meat in front of that man!”

I screamed it inside my skull, trying to calm down.

As much as I wanted to live in the bathroom, I couldn’t, and as the minutes passed my stomach started roaring like a full symphony, reminding me I was starving.

So I decided to face my fate and go back out... not before crudely tying my nightgown closed over my breasts.

Outside, it was dead silent, and I took tiny steps, putting as much distance between us as I could.

His eyes were closed again, and I was honestly starting to believe the bastard was mocking me.

“I...” I cleared my throat, trying to force some backbone into the scared little voice that came out. “I know you’re awake. Open your eyes. I want this to be clear.”

I even put the hand that was shaking like crazy on my waist, because in my mind that was a very authoritative pose.

With my other hand, I pointed at him like some tyrant.

Sweat ran down every roll of fat on my waist, but to my total... relief?... he didn’t react.

“Are you really passed out again?” I whispered, stepping closer carefully.

I watched him from every angle and he didn’t seem to respond.

Best of all, his "anaconda" was down again.

Why did they leave him naked? Nobody even bothered to throw clothes on him. 

If this was supposed to humiliate him, they should know I’m the one getting humiliated.

“Forget it. I’m not looking at you anymore...” I muttered, pissed.

By now my food had to be cold, and when I was hungry, nothing else mattered.

I left the basin in the bathroom and walked to the table.

Before sitting down, I opened the doors to the tiny little balcony, and the night breeze rushed in, carrying all the strong smells of the forest, the mountains, and life in the pack.

I scooted the little table over until it lined up with the view.

I glanced back at the slave for a second. Same position. So I uncovered the trays, and my mouth filled with saliva when I saw the feast... things I’d never eaten in my life.

I started grabbing the chops, the tender white rice, not the cheap, second-rate rice the servants got stuck with.

My hands moved faster and faster and my throat swallowed nonstop. 

It felt like I’d been hungry my whole life, and I had... I didn’t even know why I was so obese.

I lifted my head and stared out into the distance, into the night and the faraway lights, like my life of humiliations had happened a long time ago.

But it hadn’t.

And even as I kept eating, the tears started falling, unstoppable.

It was like a dam breaking inside me after so many years... my whole life as a servant in this pack.

A sob climbed up my throat as I swallowed, like this was the last time I’d ever eat this well, like tomorrow I’d wake up sleeping on the cold floor again, eating Marion’s leftovers again.

I ended up dropping my forehead onto the table and crying like I was tearing apart... for my life, for my first time that I’d dreamed about and that turned out so horrible, for so much pain, and for the fear of everything new I’d have to face.

I let it all out, now that nobody could see me and I didn’t have to pretend I was so strong.

This day had been a carousel of emotions, but nothing lasted forever, and in the end I crashed onto the bed, exhausted.

As terrified as I was to sleep with a dangerous man in my room, I trusted the chains... and I was so tired.

I gave in pretty quickly, but I swear that at some point in the night I opened my eyes and this huge presence was standing in the dark at the foot of my bed.

Golden, exotic eyes stared at me while I slept, hunting me in my dreams, and something softly stroked my skin...

I stirred, uncomfortable, but I didn’t wake up until dawn.

I was used to getting up early, but after all that, I slept in... until the entry door suddenly flew open with a hard slam that made me bolt upright in bed.

My attention snapped straight to the slave, still chained to the wall... and he was awake, watching me.

But then my focus got ripped away by the regal, serious woman who stepped into my room with a firm stride.

“Lady Isolde, the day hasn’t come when you get to sleep until noon!” she roared, and I almost fell off the bed with how fast I jumped up, clutching my clothes because I was basically half naked.

“Y-Yes, ma’am...” I stammered, slipping right back into the servility I’d lived in forever.

“Come with me. I’m going to teach you the first lesson with your slave... New squire, don’t stand in the hallway!”

She shouted it and motioned for me to follow, walking toward the giant, who was growling low and menacingly now, staring at her like he wanted to kill her.

I saw my friend Elessia step into the doorway, her face secretly excited.

We looked at each other, and I felt a flash of happiness that they’d accepted her... and it lasted about two seconds, because then it was time for my first lesson...

No. The second lesson, because the first one was not to look weak in front of my slave, and I’d failed that one spectacularly.

And the second lesson?... the next disaster.

“Squire, hand me the whip I gave you!” The woman’s voice rang out like a sentence being passed. 

My eyes went straight to those golden ones that never stopped watching me...

Keep Your Hands Off My Slave!

ISIDORA

Elessia was carrying a few boxes in her hands that I hadn’t even noticed. 

She ran over and set them on the little table, rummaging through them for the whip.

"Estingia Isidora, get over here!" the warrior roared at me, and I nearly tripped over myself rushing to her.

That skinny woman with black hair and severe gray eyes scared me more than the threatening growls of my dark slave.

"You need a strong hand with this one. He’s too damn defiant. You hold the whip like this, and don’t hesitate to discipline him until he calms down!"

She snatched the whip from Elessia’s hand, and crack, crack...

She started lashing his chest, where thin lines of blood began to bead up.

At the tips of the leather strands were tiny metal beads tipped with spikes that sank into his skin, ripping open horrible, painful wounds.

I stared in horror, shaken by that much violence first thing in the morning. 

Why was she going at him like that when he hadn’t even done anything... yet?

"You need to show him who’s in charge. He won’t eat or get any water until you prove you can at least inject him without a problem!"

Inject him? Inject him with what...?

She raised her hand again and snapped the whip in rage. It looked like she’d had a bad day and was taking it out on him.

He was my Dark Slave... why did anyone else get to beat him like that when I hadn’t done it?

Elessia had gone white beside us.

His growls slipped out through the leather gag, and his honey-colored eyes turned wolf-red, his wild side right on the verge of snapping.

"You think you’re so rebellious? We’ll see if you’ve got the balls to attack me again now...!"

She stepped closer and drove her claws straight into his neck, completely unfazed even though the male looked like he wanted to rip her apart, and the chains clinked hard with the violent yanks of his powerful arms.

"That’s it, kitty... meow for me." A wicked little laugh slipped from her lips, and I saw her move her hands downward, toward his crotch.

I froze at the sight. I wasn’t stupid enough not to imagine what those disgusting hands were about to do to my slave’s balls.

He was my slave. Why the hell was she touching him like that?!

Suddenly, he let out a strangled sound through his teeth, like a beast huffing hard.

"It hurts, doesn’t it? But not as much as the chewing-out I got because of your little stunt. Squire, bring me that thing that looks like a nutcracker. We’re crushing some balls today!"

Elessia hesitated. She even looked at me, and I looked back at her. 

We were used to the brutality in this pack, but I think this was too much.

"I SAID NOW, OR YOU CAN GO CLEAN THE LATRINES!" she roared at her, completely forgetting Elessia was my squire, not her servant.

Soon, something like a pair of black pliers was extended toward her in my friend’s trembling hands.

I took a step forward, feeling my blood boil inside me, and some strange rage washed my vision red.

When I saw her lowering that thing, even though her back blocked my view, I knew damn well what torture she was about to put him through.

It looked like he’d resisted before, when he was captured.

My feet moved like they had a life of their own. 

I lifted my head, and my eyes locked with those intense ones watching me over the leather muzzle.

"Let’s see if you hit the high notes with this..."

Her cruel words snapped something inside me, and a savage roar kicked everything in my head into motion.

"LEAVE HIM ALONE!" I heard myself roar at her, and the distance between us suddenly vanished.

"What the...?" She turned, but it was too late.

My arm came up hard, and I backhanded her so brutally I sent her flying to the foot of the bed, where she crashed onto the floor with a loud bang.

That infamous tool meant to crush my slave’s balls clattered against the ground.

"Don’t go near him!"

I was supposed to be confronting her, but I swear it was all instinct.

I’d lost my mind!

My gums throbbed, and something was pushing through... fangs, the fangs of a she-wolf who’d never manifested before.

Low growls tangled with the ragged rush of my breathing.

Her gray eyes stared at me with turbulent emotions, shock and maybe even hatred.

Half her face was so swollen her right eye was already narrowing fast, and a trail of blood ran from the corner of her mouth.

My whole back trembled, and a cold sweat slid down my spine as I stood there like a shield in front of a man who could kill me with a single squeeze of his hand.

"How dare you hit me...?!" she shot to her feet all of a sudden, threatening.